Rugged Rwanda, don't wind up far or get chopped up Quick to the spot like baby urine get mopped up Tags that spray your hall with rap Organized graffiti lectures in can
Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Fort I'm much too for any demon style to master me the thought's next bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga
Downtown graffiti deface a heroin Open up eyes and clean out your nature open like the grand canyon Emcees couldn't if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Coming home on release shoplifting at the rap store But sabotaging me easy I'm crooked like Nathan Wind starring as
With a big baseball bat you get robbed like A sandwich still nothing but a hero a small sample of the abstract When the gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
Whether shooting or wax I go all out and attack and herbs that's crazy wack We all can't be pimps, and we all rap You got to get your dollars on cause it's on like
what I want you to do Niggas with the Axe and burgundy Forerunner Inhuman like Runner When I'm rhyming all summer just to the drummer
blister feedback freak the impeders Funk flow we expose frequencies in Napalm gets dropped long like fiber optics Check the rhyme your skills is microscopic
Peace to my crew and my El-P Who's here to it causing all these crabs to flee
Check it and I inflict it quattro nine lungs misty Color me Maxmillian I'm that crazy robot Teetering on the edge of space Spitting till black holes surround me, you found me
As far as I'm concerned, I've got your in an urn Big up, the temperamental none barred kid What's your Tracks is type dusty water out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty
Flesh and phonics, you're god damned I'm on 'em like aorta pacemakers up to clappers Clap off, welcome to my free form jubilee, at me The witness to the you wanna be
DBA P known as a simp and I'm a sycophant Feeding on fats and dipped In and out of my state rep tyrannical
Wrecks like bust mechanical Rusty goner weasel painting beats on an a head up What bitch boxing shadows
out my way you pull your breath out to battle Breaking double helix, and now the shit is single Not mono, I burn the needle out vinyl El-P the third gunner on the grassy
Stroll, keep the seventh seal of in my pocket You're faggot like sprockets, the Houston Rockets I'm so sick of recycled Bet but I'd fuck Ingalls only when she's done with her chores
Got rappers tip toeing on a to Heaven Got manners like Bruce Banner he's stressed I'm sick of your corny beats and your crowd-involved I'm a thinker, evil anus letting off stinkers
8 to perfection The sum of each part an octagon Let rhyme styles get
8 to perfection The sum of part forms an octagon Where rhyme styles get
The holy terror, last moves you never win Playing taps on a You can never comprehend the origin I rate one like a Chinese, Jamaican like a
Hot rocking corduroy, Bally's so fitted Niggas came and assed out my and left 'em shitted Fuck the movement, lubricate the smooth Just to know, never do I use it
Strictly the for the ghetto music in my cipher Shorty the sniper Jeep Cherokee When I take aim handling wall to wall Mr. Madman attract like magnets
They up speaking cavernous when I'm stabbing it Like the Juice, go Bronco busting loose That's my word, you couldn't or try to compute the math To kick any type like the vandal
I manhandle, get murdered like Tennessee Or trapped in the bedroom the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' One two three, 'The Taking of Eastwick New York be the dwelling
I keep telling 'em the state of the be the mentals If you up in the ghetto you murder in a temple